Chapter 1899

"Rotten wood cannot be carved. I will punish you for three days of self-examination!"

Tianxuan Sword Master has gone far away, but her cold scolding voice still echoes in the square in front of the palace.

Thirty-six scrolls, thirty-six ancient characters, arranged in a disorderly manner, filled with ancient meanings, trapped Lin Yun in them.

"Okay, now, I'll let you get used to it. You're trapped. I want you to keep a low profile and don't pretend like that. The more you pretend, the worse it will be."

From inside the Ziyuan sword box, the sound of Little Bingfeng gloating about his misfortune could be heard.

"It doesn't matter, it's only been three days."

Lin Yun sat cross-legged and comforted.

"If you can't break these thirty-six words, I don't think it may be three days. Maybe she will get more and more angry after she goes back. Three days may become three months, three years, thirty years, three years."

century……"

Little Bingfeng struck Lin Yun mercilessly.

"It shouldn't be possible."

Lin Yun comforted himself.

"Why is it impossible? This emperor has long seen that your master must have let down others. Yaoguang asked you to come here just to atone for your sins. But you have been pretending and have not acknowledged your identity until now. She is afraid that

I’ve already been angry.”

Xiao Bingfeng said matter-of-factly: "But I don't think she may have true energy. Otherwise, she wouldn't have specifically taught you swordsmanship and asked you to master Ten Thousand Swords."

Lin Yun was silent. Although the emperor was used to talking nonsense, this time it seemed that there was some truth in it.

Did the master really allow himself to atone for his sins?

No matter what the truth was back then, the past between Tianxuan Sword Master and Master must have been extremely complicated.

Thousands of years of love and resentment can be simply expressed in two words: love and hate.

"You, Yaoguang disciple, can't you admit defeat just once?"

A sentence suddenly flashed through Lin Yun's mind, and his expression gradually changed as he savored it carefully.

I didn't pay much attention to it at the time, but now that I think about it, this sentence is full of profound meaning.

Lin Yun thought about this and couldn't help but believe a little, and said: "So, how should I be subdued?"

Xiao Bingfeng said quite proudly: "Actually, it's very simple. You are just in the middle of the game and don't know it. If you call me Master, Tianxuan Sword Master will definitely let go of your grudges."

Lin Yun was immediately stunned, feeling that this girl was talking nonsense again.

"Don't believe it? If she doesn't still have love for Yao Guang, why would she teach you swordsmanship? What does she want from you?"

Xiao Bingfeng lectured: "Besides, you keep calling people uncle, which is obviously not very good. You call people old."

"Everyone calls her that. It's an honorific. What's more, she is a senior, almost three thousand years old." Lin Yun whispered.

If Tianxuan Sword Master is of the same generation as Yaoguang, he is almost this age, and of course it is completely invisible from his appearance.

"Oh."

Xiao Bingfeng sneered: "I am still a hundred thousand years old, why don't you call me ancestor? I will blow your scumbag's head off on the spot!"

Master, Master...

Lin Yun muttered a few times in his heart, then shook his head, obviously not very reliable.

Not to mention whether Master and Tianxuan Sword Master have reached this stage, even if they did, they would not be married by a matchmaker, so this is a very disrespectful title.

Master-uncle is better and more respected.

"I was almost convinced by you little girl."

Lin Yun couldn't help but laugh. He sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to meditate, intending to use the sword soul to practice Ten Thousand Swords in the Sea of ​​Swords.

Anyway, it was only three days, and it passed in the blink of an eye.

"Oh, then you just wait and see whether I am wrong or not." Xiao Bingfeng said firmly.

Swish, swish, swish!

Along with the practice of the sword spirit between the eyebrows, ink figures appeared on the ground where Lin Yun was sitting cross-legged.

The ink figures and the golden figures complement each other, constantly practicing the Thirteen Firefly Swords.

Many figures in ink and wash were quietly drawn into a circle at an extremely slow speed.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

If it was as Xiao Bingfeng expected, Tianxuan Sword Master did not appear. Instead, Lin Yun was awakened by wisps of piano music.

"Xi Qin."

Lin Yun opened his eyes.

Swish, swish, swish!

Many stationary ink figures dissipated like smoke and disappeared into the depths of Lin Yun's eyebrows the moment he opened his eyes.

Looking around, I don't know when there were thirteen circular sword marks on the ground.

Lin Yun glanced casually, then looked up in the direction of the sound of the piano. The sound came from one of the thirteen peaks in the four directions of Wuchen Palace.

If I remember correctly, that was Bai Shuying's residence.

Lin Yun had known for a long time that Bai Shuying lived there. During this time, she occasionally played some musical instruments when she was free at night.

Guzheng, pipa, guqin, dongxiao, bamboo flute, this Orchid Saint is indeed proficient in music and knows many musical instruments.

But today, he actually heard the sound of Xi Qin, the same Er Quan Ying Yue he played at the Langya Festival.

"Has Xi Qin spread?"

Lin Yun whispered to himself before looking back.

Little did he know that the white figures on the mountain palace were also looking down at the trapped Lin Yun.

Master really treated Ye Qingtian with special regard. She had been with Master for so long, and she had never seen Master treat anyone so special.

Lin Yun didn't know what these ancient characters meant, but she knew it quite well, and even had a subtle emotion.

In such a short period of time, Master taught him many things.

…

In the square in front of the Wuchen Palace, Lin Yun stood up slowly. He looked at the ancient characters on the scroll and muttered: "These are actually sword skills."

"Yes." The emperor responded: "But everything is confused and the order is reversed. Even I didn't understand it for a while."

"Are you researching?"

"Nonsense, you are really trapped inside, who can find the Sun and Moon Divine Pattern for me?" Xiao Bingfeng said in a deep voice.

"Let me try it first."

Lin Yun stood up, found a scroll at random, reached out and pasted it on the paper.

An accident happened!

The ancient characters on the scroll released dazzling electric light, which directly bounced him away.

At the same time, the ancient calligraphy in the painting seems to have come to life, with the strokes decomposing into a series of ink figures approaching.

The universe is ever-changing!

Lin Yun activated the secret technique of Chasing the Sun, and his body shape changed unpredictably within a few seconds, avoiding all the sword rays.

Whoops!

Then he stretched out his arms and landed calmly on the ground.

Wow!

The thirty-six scrolls moved slowly, intertwined with each other again, and were arranged in different directions.

The original intention of Tianxuan Sword Master was not to really trap me, but to teach me another set of swordsmanship after seeing that I had mastered Ten Thousand Swords Guiyi.

Sword skills are hidden in these thirty-six ancient characters.

In fact, it means that the basics have been practiced and the progress has been rapid, and you can practice real swordsmanship.

"Master-uncle said that the Yaoguang lineage is unwilling to admit defeat. Master-uncle himself is not the same..."

Lin Yun sighed in his heart, feeling that Master and Tianxuan were both unwilling to admit defeat.

Do you want me to understand it myself? This is not that difficult.

"Xiao Bingfeng, do you see anything?" Lin Yundao said.

"No. But..."

"But what?"

"Have you noticed that the four characters "It's hard to carve out of dead wood" are exactly thirty-six strokes apart. Maybe there's a secret in this." Xiao Bingfeng said seriously.
To be continued...